Fics like The Cold of My Hands and The Warmth Of Your Heart

The walker lurched through the decayed forest, its pale flesh oozing and dripping from its open wounds. It stumbled and fell repeatedly as its clumsy feet tripped up on the vines and twigs that littered the forest floor. Every so often, the walker would make an inhuman groaning sound, as if it were trying to communicate, but it was unable to form anything coherent through its rotted vocal cords. The walker continued its shambling journey through the forest when it suddenly froze below where Sophia was perched. She held her breath sitting above a tree branch, inhaling sharp and quick breaths. Suddenly the walker looked up locking eyes and Sophia couldn't hold back the piercing screamed that was building up in her chest. V didn't remember how she got here. In a body so very similar to her own except very very dead. She knew however that she wasn't supposed to be here. And she definitely wasn't supposed to save little Sophia Peletier who was supposed to just be a character on TV.

Fics like The Cold of My Hands and The Warmth Of Your Heart

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